【Shine】Vital

"You are my proudest, best finished product, perfect, as God made..."

The old man who said these words had all white hair, his palms were like dry tree trunks, his eyelids were raised, and his gaze was as sharp as an arrow.

The white laboratory is monotonous and cold, the instruments make mechanical measuring sounds, and the puppet with long green hair sits on the laboratory table with an indifferent expression.

The old man looked at him with wild eyes like flames.

"So, you must..."

The flames turned into substance, and large clusters exploded beside him, and the billowing heat wave hit the exposed skin, creating a suffocating pressure.

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Why do you think of that scene at this moment?

Enkidu tilted his head slightly, avoiding the sharp blade and swiping it down.

Maybe it's the temperature.

He stood in the middle of the open space, and the golden-white flames made the place scorched black. Ishtar's figure was faintly reflected in front of him through the flames. She was using her talent as a guide to adjust the ability for Utu, so that the flames could It will not spread in a large area, and it can surround him firmly and burn him to ashes.

He picked up a fallen leaf on the ground, and tentatively flicked it towards the sky.

——The fierce flame covered the head, and it was reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

This is not good.

Enkidu's eyes were slightly empty, looking absent-minded.

Although it is an artificial human, its body is made of flesh and blood, and the circle of flames gradually shrinks, and it will burn to death in a short while.

As a guide, he was able to fight hand-to-hand with the sentinel without losing the wind, but the other party set fire directly, and the situation was not good for him...

Enkidu thought lightly about how to solve it.

It's not that he doesn't care about life, it's true that he was created to meet some day's death.However, Enkidu also has a strong desire to live, and he wants to live, even if he is like a puppet beast, living without emotional emptiness, he still wants to live.

Want to see that man again.

want to get him.

Want to be caught in his eyes.

As a tool, having the desire to survive is not a good thing, Enkidu smiled slightly, thinking of the woman wearing a medical mask in the white laboratory, shaking his head in an objective tone.

"Defective products."

His smile is delicate and indifferent, like a meaningless movement made by a machine inputting instructions.

He raised his head, his pale pupils straight forward.

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Ishtar shuddered.

In the golden-white flame, there seemed to be a pair of eyes firmly grasping her.

She tried to keep the smile on the corner of her mouth unchanged, and glanced at Wutu who was standing bored beside her.

Wutu's flame temperature and purity are too high, and his ability is as clumsy and powerful as the sentinel himself. It is very difficult for Ishtar, who is not his guide, to control it. It is necessary to fix the range and prevent it from sweeping the residential buildings two kilometers away. Shitar used a lot of strength.

He had to die here before Enkidu attacked.

Ishtar thought fiercely.

Once Enkidu strikes, Ishtar, who controls the flames and builds a barrier for Utu at the same time, cannot withstand his blow, but that's fine.

The red lips curled up, bending into a cruel smile.

As long as he attacks, the flames will get out of control, and he will be trapped in the encirclement in two seconds, and if he doesn't attack... he can only linger on for a while, every breath is the last breath.

With his palms in his pockets, Wutu helplessly shook his head at his proud sister.

Killing Gilgamesh's guide means making enemies with Rhea's troops. The family can't bear Gilgamesh's anger, but Ishtar is too capricious... Forget it, weaken the strength of the Uruk tribe That’s right, Ningsun’s sense of presence in the central government has been higher recently... After that, Ishtar agreed to the family marriage...

Utu intends to force Ishtar to marry Dumci. It doesn't matter if he offends Gilgamesh for this. He pursues the maximization of the family's interests. Anyway, the relationship with the Uruk tribe of Ningsun's faction has not been good. Well, after the war is over, with the help of the Dumci family, the winner is the one who reaches the top.

Wutu was thinking about it, but he didn't realize that the small calculations in his sister's heart were crackling.

Ishtar's thinking is even simpler, kill Enkidu before marrying, and use various means to become Gilgamesh's guide. Over.

... Of course, grown-ups may be very angry.

Ishtar thought guiltily.

But I can't see how much the adults care about this doll... Maybe it's just a plaything, a handy tool.

Then I cried bitterly and stated the reason, the adults will always understand... right?

As she was thinking about it, she suddenly heard a gentle and loud sound of wind in the distance.

The wind is mixed with soft singing, like a thread of softness winding around the tip of the heart, meandering into the heart along the blood, like a mythical siren, tempting sailors with singing, blowing storms and tsunami, and relaxing in the ethereal and ethereal singing. Take the helm and let the ship sink into the dark sea.

Ishtar was dazed for a moment.

She saw the green grass, the golden sun, the clear stream flowing down her ankles, and the warm flickering flames in front of her eyes.

It was as if the earth was singing softly.

...As if bewitched, I want to get closer to the flame.

--wrong!

The vigilance of being a guide stimulated her nerves for a moment.

It's a mental attack!

She didn't care about controlling the range of the flames, letting the golden and white fires sweep across the ground with the wind, and tried her best to consolidate Wutu and her own spiritual world.

Without sound or warning, Wutu fell down softly.

"Ugh...!"

Before Ishtar could scream, a pair of cold fingers were covered around his neck.

The coolness seemed to pierce into the bone, and he couldn't stop shivering.

Enkidu stood behind her with a low and gentle voice.

"How about letting the flame go out?"

"..." Ishtar opened his eyes wide and remained motionless, staring at Wutu's body at his feet, "What's wrong with my brother?!"

"I'll let him sleep for a while."

"...How did you get out? How could you escape from there?!" The voice broke hysterically at the end.

"Come out, it's very simple, just leave before the flames get on your body." Enki shrugged indifferently, put his cold fingers on her arteries, and asked her politely, "Excuse me, Can the flames be stopped now?"

Ishtar gasped, his chest was boiling with lava-like passion.

She gritted her teeth tightly, let go of her hand, and gave up the ability to regulate Wutu.

The golden-white flames were extinguished in an instant, leaving only black smoke and scorched land behind.

She heard footsteps going away behind her.

"Thank you very much. Then, I will go back to the military area. My sentry is waiting for me. I'm sorry, Miss Ishtar. I look forward to seeing you again. I wish you a pleasant afternoon."

Ishtar relaxed his tense nerves and collapsed helplessly on the ground, stroking his neck with trembling hands.

A cold touch remained there.

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Enkidu hummed and opened the door.

Tables, chairs and documents were scattered all over the door, and Gilgamesh was sitting on the only intact sofa with his legs crossed like Uncle Gilgamesh.

"Water plants, go and clean them up." He raised his chin.

"..."

Enkidu sighed helplessly, "Yes, yes, sir."

He turned to look for the broom, and looked back at Gilgamesh as if remembering something, his brows and eyes were bent, as if the sun had fallen into his pupils.

"By the way, nice to see you again, sir."

"kindness."

Gilgamesh looked at the documents he had picked up from the ground, without looking up to answer him.

The white paper covered the corners of his slightly raised lips.

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